A Productive Monday

So today I caught up with a friends fiance.  She's great. I love her heaps. She's smart and funny and sweet. Cute too. We had chats and coffee (at his behest). She's great, she dealt with the fact he was in love with me for a very long time. She forgave him fucking fat girls behind her back. She doesn't know we've been fooling around.


I thought I'd feel weird and guilty. I thought it would make me chew my nails. She merrily chatted away about her wedding planning and stuff. All I could think about was him in his car up on his knees jerking off into my mouth.


I know it's dirty. I know it's wrong. She's great. Why risk one of his oldest friendships for a few fuck arounds? Why jeopardise their entire future for a few minutes of fun?


Because he can.


I know that's awful. I know it sounds hollow and empty and shallow. But that's all there is to it. Because he can. The more he manipulates her trust with half truths and the more public the place he cheats the more it turns him on. 


A week ago we were parked a hundred metres from a construction site. 


Stupid part is he actually loves her. I can hear the moral uproar in my head "If he loved her he wouldn't fuck around with you, homewrecker". 


Truth is, if he wasn't fucking around with me it'd be someone else (hey, truth be told, probably is someone else too). At least I don't want to keep him. She doesn't like sex, he does. What do they do?


This strikes me as a not entirely uncommon scenario.


Whilst pondering this question I got into a lovely private chat with one of my readers (Darling, if you're reading this, hello. I didn't use your web ID in case your girl stumbled across my blog). 


This lovely man shared with me that there are things he desires sexually that she doesn't share with him. So I did the responsible thing and did a quick whip around of my guy friends to confirm a few things.


After a brief chatty poll I discovered that this is normal. I was speechless. Every guy I spoke to gave me the same chewed out company line: She's great, she's sweet, I love her, it's just this one little thing. 


Maybe that's why I'm perpetually single? I actually like getting laid?


In the "getting laid" department (so much fonder of that): this week has another impeding night of my (s)Ex and my favourite TV shows. We may end up drinking tequila. 


We caught up last night, but I have a new rule. If he's too gutless to make a move, then why should I fuck him? I told him tonight flat out. If you want more, go for it. I'll just have to keep my Wednesday morning date a secret. He'd flip if I told him. He'd be jealous and possessive and weird.


With much confusion (especially about frigid bitches)
Your favourite homewrecking SSB xxx